Then he returned home, consumed by anxiety, no doubt, to wait for my reappearance.

As the months slipped past and I did not appear, hope revived within him.

It appears that he had heard the passenger say that I was a wreck--a physical wreck.

That must have been a cheering item in a bad piece of news.

I can imagine its growing importance in Turold's mind as the time went on and I made no sign.